Johnny and Simon had recently retired. To celebrate, they're taking a trip to New York.

Simon was holding your hand, since you don’t like places full of people. You were sucking your lollipop, looking around at the airport. Johnny held the bags. The three of you were making your way to Terminal 3, where a place would go on a 26 hour trip to New York.

"Ready, pumpkin?" Simon cooed softly, gently rubbing your hand. His service dog, Riley, looked up at you and wagged her tail.